I fell asleep at some point after hearing Terry and Albert go at it.
I did recall turning off the television in their living room, then walking into the bedroom where my things were, and crawled into bed. At some point before my eyes closed I was naked, and turned on the television to lay in bed, with cock in hand. I awoke to surely having my soft dick in hand, and seeing Tom chasing Jerry on the famed, old school cartoon. I was stuck on east coast time, and woke to see the sky dark still. I rolled over to look at my phone and see it was 6:15 a.m., Duluth time. I wasn't overly sleepy, but needed to decide on waking up and having coffee, or "beating out" another load just to asleep until the guys would wake me. I thought about all that grunting and moaning the night before, fantasizing about even having the opportunity to watch those two bears tussle, and became hot all over again. I decided to go back to sleep, and I set my alarm for two hours from this particular minute before I turned off the television.
I'd hear the two of them talking, and chuckling again through the walls.
"Damn. They're going at it again," I said to myself while stroking my dick.
I figured they were going for round two, and having chatter being licks and slurps. I removed the linens off of me, and spread my legs before I started jerking. My phone went off, and I looked at it to see it was a notification from Growlr. I continued stroking with one hand, and opened the app to scroll through my feed with the other, just in time to see fresh photos of different "favorites" I had. Terry was one of them, and he added locked photos that I was desperate to see.
Maybe he showed him and Albert in the buff? Maybe it was Albert's gaping twat?
My dick throbbed from me being so curious, causing me to jerk harder and faster from any possibilities of what the photos entailed.
"Now I'm gonna mess up the sheets," I said to myself as I had a firm, right hand grip while going up and down, rubbing thoroughly from under the foreskin, to the base.
I continued to scroll unlocked profiles that contained photos of big asses, and I was enthralled with the fantasy of fucking each and every one. I was so focused on the phone screen that I didn't notice my door opening, and Albert crawling into bed with me, not until his big, bear hand was on my balls, and he surprised me with a whisper.
"Whatcha doing," he asked.
I turned to see this naked man, with a big smile on his face, and his eyes wide open.
"Terry fucked me pretty good last night," he added. "But I wish you were there."
Albert continued to have that big, right hand across my ball sack, applying slight pressure as it felt like he was sucking them.
"Oh, you're full this morning," he said. "You wanna cum for daddy?"
"Yes, Albert, I wanna cum," I wailed quietly as he stroked my sack.
"I've been thinking of you since reading your stories," he said. "We should've done this some time ago."
"Do me now," I ordered, as I was ready to do what was written in my stories to him, and perhaps his husband.
"Treat my mouth like a gas tank," he joked. "Pump me with your gasoline!"
He caressed my balls and the base of my cock simultaneously, then started kissing me while I wanted to harmonize. He let go of my cock briefly to tug the middle of my nut sack, making me jerk harder and faster as I was quietly moaning.
"I bet it feels better with my mouth down there," he said.
He climbed off his side of the bed, then walked over to the foot's edge, to crawl between my legs.
"Turn up the volume, I don't wanna wake up Terry," he said of the television.
I figured Terry was already awake, and somehow would find us, but then I felt the vibration through the walls of him snoring. I wondered who Albert was talking to prior to seeing me, thinking Terry might've been up briefly, or they'd just finished playing when Albert came to join me. My focus aligned with the present once Albert's bearded lips kissed my tip, and he'd release his tongue to do circles on my slit, then under my foreskin.
"I love me a dripper," he said brushing the precum off my tip with his tongue.
I squirmed, and he locked those lips on my shaft to have me gripping the sheets.
"Oh my goodness, Albert," I said loudly.
The sound effects from the Tom and Jerry episode drowned out the moaning and the slurping, for I was making it known to Albert he was doing a good job. He was taking it all the way to the base, not once gagging or struggling, then back to the tip. His deep voice vibrated on my stick as he moaned, and I loved the feeling while he continued drooling on my manhood.
